Chapter 118: Chapter 118 I’m Actually Very Good_1
Fu iting was left with no choice but to introduce Xiao Ze to Zhang Xian.
Apparently, Xiao Ze was also a second-generation rich kid from Tiandu and was one of Fu iting’s suitors. Because of business transactions, Fu iting tried not to make things too unpleasant.
Though Fu iting thought Xiao Ze was a decent guy, unlike other rich second generations who led debauched lives, his only hobby was racing cars to the point of obsession.
However, love can’t be forced. Xiao Ze’s persistent pursuit had beco such a nuisance that Fu iting was starting to act standoffish around him.
"Elder Sister iting, you..." Xiao Ze was sowhat heartbroken after hearing Fu iting’s words.
As a rich second-generation heir, he had no shortage of pursuers. There was also no shortage of gold-diggers during this ti. However, he had taken a fancy to Fu iting, hence his incessant chasing, determined to make her his.
"I don’t like you." Fu iting looked at Xiao Ze and declared, "So, give up already!"
"What’s so good about this young man?" Xiao Ze asked, puzzled.
Fu iting smirked and said, "In my opinion, he is better than you in every way. He’s more handso than you, stronger than you, and more likable than you. Is that enough?"
Zhang Xian felt embarrassed. So, he was that impressive! Elder Sister iting really knew how to make people blush.
"Uh..." Xiao Ze’s lips twitched unnaturally a few tis. He glared at Zhang Xian and spat, "Kid, I challenge you to a one-on-one. Dare or not? If you lose, stay away from Elder Sister iting forever."
"Sure, I’d love to compete with you." Zhang Xian nodded and grinned.
Fu iting was furious, "Zhang Xian, what do you an by that? Are you trying to shake
off? Am I, Fu iting, so terrible that I tarnish your eyes?"
Xiao Ze glanced at Fu iting, then at Zhang Xian. He felt an impulse to hit his head against a wall. He had been pursuing Fu iting for three years, exercising all his wits, but got nothing in return.
The young man who had suddenly appeared was doing an impressive job of pushing the top-notch beauty like Fu iting away. People could be so exasperating!
"What is it?" Zhang Xian looked at Fu iting.
"Are you planning to lose to Xiao Ze on purpose, and escape in the anti?" Fu iting questioned Zhang Xian coldly.
Zhang Xian turned his head to face Fu iting. After seeing the hatred in her eyes, he quickly abandoned his previous idea and laughed, "No, I just want him to give up."
"Really?" Fu iting suddenly laughed, "So, you can’t bear to part with Elder Sister, can you?"
Zhang Xian, feeling manipulated by Fu iting’s sudden laughter, reached out and gave her well-shaped buttocks a firm squeeze.
"Ah..." Fu iting scread, "Zhang Xian, you are disgusting!"
"Damn it, kid, what are you doing?" Xiao Ze was infuriated. This bastard, dared to grab Elder Sister iting’s butt right in front of his face!
"What are you yelling about?" Fu iting glared at Xiao Ze, "It is my own business who I let touch . If I were you, I would’ve walked away long ago, instead of being so persistent and shaless."
Xiao Ze was irritated but didn’t leave. Instead, he fixated his gaze on Zhang Xian and spat out word by word, "Kid, you agreed to compete with , right?"
"Of course. To completely put your mind at ease, you can decide the competition event," Zhang Xian nodded, "But rember, if you back out after losing, you’ll pay."
Fu iting’s face changed dramatically, and she quickly shook her head, "No, the ga is for
to decide, and it’ll be fighting."
"No... No, Elder Sister iting, he said I could decide." Xiao Ze was in a hurry.
He had never been afraid of fighting before. Those second generations who were his peers were all beaten up by him. But after eting Zhang Xian today, he would never dare to play rough with him again.
In his opinion, fighting with Zhang Xian was no different from seeking death.
"What?" Fu iting questioned, "Since you guys are competing for , I should be the one deciding the ga."
"This has nothing to do with you. It’s a wager between him and ." Zhang Xian waved his hand and said, "Xiao Ze, right? You can choose the ga."
"You..." Fu iting was so furious she could hardly speak.
Racing cars was what Xiao Ze loved the most and was the best at. Letting Xiao Ze choose was like Zhang Xian seeking his own doom, wasn’t it?
At this mont, she wished she could slap Zhang Xian. He had previously promised that he wouldn’t lose, but now he was making such decisions. What was the difference between this and willingly handing her over to Xiao Ze?
"Alright, rember, you’re the one who suggested this." Xiao Ze replied with a cold smirk, "I don’t have many hobbies, but I do love street racing. If you’re not afraid of dying, you can compete with . If you win, I’ll never bother Elder Sister iting again. If I go back on my word, let there be divine punishnt. Similarly, if I win, you should stay away from Elder Sister iting too and keep your filthy paws to yourself."
Zhang Xian nodded, "Sure, you can set the ti and venue. I’ll be ready at any ti."
"The sooner, the better. Let’s do it now. Let’s go to Panlong Mountain." Xiao Ze looked at Zhang Xian and smiled, "If you don’t have a car, I can lend you one. Don’t say I’m bullying you later."
"This isn’t bullying? Using your strengths against soone else’s weaknesses, do you find that fulfilling?" Fu iting turned her head and looked at Xiao Ze coldly.
If her previous indifference was a performance intended to make Xiao Ze give up, now, she truly despised Xiao Ze.
"What’s the rush?" Zhang Xian gave a chuckle, jumped into his Bentley and laughed, "Lead the way."
"Oh, it’s a Bentley Speed 6.0. Nice car." Xiao Ze looked at Zhang Xian and said, "But, I recomnd you switch to another car. Yours can’t win against my War God."
Zhang Xian turned his head and laughed, "You want to win, don’t you? Why fuss about such details? Hurry up and lead the way. I am in a hurry!"
Xiao Ze suddenly got the impression that Zhang Xian was a complete outsider. With a contemptuous smile, he slipped into the GTR War God parked not far away and stepped on the gas pedal. The car roared and shot out.
Whether intentional or not, the GTR War God was moving quickly, snaking down the street, leaving a trail of dazzling blue light.
Zhang Xian didn’t chase him but languidly hung back.
Fu iting saw that Xiao Ze had disappeared and Zhang Xian showed no sign of urgency, infuriating her. "Zhang Xian, are you doing this on purpose, trying to leave
behind? If you really dislike , you can just tell
straight."
Zhang Xian shook his head, "Uh, that’s not what I ant."
"Then why do you want to race with Xiao Ze?" Fu iting said angrily, "With the way you are, do you really think you can beat him?"
Zhang Xian laughed, "How will we know if we don’t try? I’m actually quite skilled."
Fu iting was rendered speechless. Putting aside Zhang Xian’s questionable driving skills, there was no comparison between their cars. Although Zhang Xian’s Bentley was not cheap, what Xiao Ze drove was a sports car.
Furthermore, Xiao Ze had modified his car. If Zhang Xian intended to race with a professionally modified sports car on a mountain road in a sedan, what would that be if not a death wish?
"Um..." Zhang Xian suddenly turned his head, "Elder sister iting, I don’t think I know the way, do you?"
"You..." Fu iting barely repressed her urge to slap Zhang Xian, gritting her teeth, "You just drive, I’ll guide you."
...
Panlong Mountain is not a tourist spot, but it still attracts a fair amount of people every day.
The reason being it is a sacred place for the street racers in TianDu City. Whether with two wheels or four, this is their battlefield, a place to earn honor.
It was morning, and the mountain wasn’t too crowded, just a few die-hards practicing their driving.
After a call from Xiao Ze, the previously quiet Panlong Mountain quickly beca lively. Handso sports cars and modified vehicles roared toward the mountain, creating a powerful spectacle.
"Such a bustling scene!"
Zhang Xian had arrived at Panlong Mountain and noticed that the mountain was steep, with many curves, including a few hairpin bends.
"Yes, very bustling indeed, they’ve all co to see you make a fool of yourself." Fu iting sat in the passenger seat, watching car after car pass by. She wished she could strangle Zhang Xian right on the spot.
Zhang Xian replied with a bitter smile, "Elder sister iting, I’m really good, why don’t you believe ?"
"Then you race!"
"Not yet ti." Zhang Xian shook his head.
Back in the mountain, his master had given him so thorough instruction about motorcycles and automobiles. Although most of it was theoretical, Zhang Xian, as a cultivator, picked up on it quickly.
The passing cars were all professionally modified, with different parts. His car prioritized comfort, the tires weren’t wear-resistant and going full throttle imdiately would affect the race.
"Pretend, keep pretending."
Zhang Xian noticed that no matter what, Fu iting wouldn’t believe him. He decided to stop explaining. Soon enough, he was going to shock her, and make Xiao Ze hang his head in sha.
...
At the top of the mountain, Xiao Ze’s GTR War God was already parked on the starting line.
The blue body, the black and white stickers, the matte black wheels, and the wild wind wing. No doubt, this was an extrely domineering War God, like a ferocious lion.
"Xiao Ze, who’s so daring to challenge you?"
"Exactly, doesn’t that guy know you are the car god of TianDu City? Your record still holds!"
"Hmph! Comparing with Xiao Ze is just seeking death. Even if that guy has phenonal technique, this is Panlong Mountain. For this road, I have yet to see soone faster than Xiao Ze."
Many people gathered around Xiao Ze, very curious about who that reckless challenger could be.
"No need to ask. When he cos you will know." Xiao Ze was brimming with confidence. "I must say, that guy is funny, but he’s got guts."
"What do you an?" soone asked.
As Xiao Ze was about to speak he saw a familiar Bentley speeding up, he laughed, "Look, here he cos. He plans to race
on Panlong Mountain in that car. What do you think? Does he have guts?"
"Damn, really? Does that guy have a death wish?"
"Holy cow, I’ve seen bold people but never this bold. Does he even know how long a runner is?"
"Oh my, is this guy an outsider? Racing in a sedan is one thing, but at the very least he should be driving a modified car, right? With no modifications, can a runner even handle mountain roads?"
Everyone was stunned for a mont, then a commotion erupted. They had seen fools, but none like this, daring to race up a mountain road in a long runner.
Zhang Xian, unaware that he was being ridiculed, parked his Bentley with a smile next to the GTR War God.
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